The Duck Pond
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
I was supposed to go to the cinema tonight but didn't because I am so FUCKING exhausted. I'm not sleeping well these days and finding it harder and harder to get up and go to work in the mornings. Ah well. Such is life and at least I won't have to do this again for a long time (hopefully).
I dreamed I was in "Evil Dead" last night which was scary until I became the evil dead and then it was quite a lot of fun. There's a lot to be said for attacking random people with a chainsaw and knowing there'll be no retribution or consequence because "I'm the evil dead, I can't help it yeronner". Plus I half knew it was a dream as it was so bizarre even my brain wasn't completely conned that it was reality.
I went to visit Tim and Heather last night which was jolly good fun. Saw "Little Nicky" which is utterly twisted but very funny in a couple of places but no spoilers hyah.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Juicy....Our country was born out of resistance and rebellion. By nature, we do not like being told what to do, especially from those we broke away from. Alliances are fine. International institutions are fine. But try to boss us around (ICC, World Court, telling us who to vote for, what domestic laws to pass or abolish) and we will do the exact opposite...not on any premise of right or wrong, but because someone tried to order us. We're fighters. We resist. That's who we are.
Christopher Skeet, Chicago, USA
Great mature attitude there and a prime example why people from the US are generally considered a bunch of tossers by the rest of the world. Hopefully it's not a majority view, just doing something merely because you're told not to or vice versa? I grew out of that when I was about 15! I'd imagine many americans would actually cringe reading dear Christopher's comments though as I'm sure they're not all that bad.
I hate estate agents. I think the ones I'm renting from are trying to rip me off. Thank god I won't have to rent for much longer.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Last night’s nightmare was about being back in Manchester only there was this mud which oozed up through drains and things and if it touched you it would instantly drain all the moisture out of you, leaving you as a crusty, dry and above all, dead, empty shell. I love my mind.
I had a splendid weekend this weekend. Went to Swansea to visit Gareth who I haven’t seen in ages and also to see Jon and Sarah who.. likewise. I must admit I was rather prejudiced against Swansea although I’m not entirely sure where that came from. I think, in my mind, it was not too dissimilar from Swindon, despite me only being there (Swansea) once and then I only saw a tiny bit of it. Anyway it was lovely and I regretted not taking my camera when we visited The Mumbles, which has some spectacular scenery and we even saw a seal. I saw Harry Potter for the second time (more later). We went to Cardiff the next day and looked at Castle Coch which was pretty damn impressive. Makes my flat look a bit crap but never mind… one day! On the train home I noticed a white horse (the monument type, not the animal type) and my thought process ran as follows “coo that’s a white horse… hmm it looks a bit like the one we saw at Uffington Castle…and that hill in front of it looks like Dragon Hill by Uffington Castle, what a coincidence!… hang on, didn’t we see a train go past when we were at Uffington Castle?… fuck me, it’s Uffington Castle”. My brain isn’t the speediest, but it gets there in the end.
I wanted to steal Gareth’s cat Button, but didn’t get round to it. Anyway I seem to be making quite a good job of unwittingly nicking next door’s cat as almost every day now when I get home from work it’s on my doorstep ready to run into my flat and I’ve given up kicking it out. It’ll demand a bit of fuss and attention at first and then it’ll just curl up on the bed in the spare room. Last night it was being very cute with one of my baskets while I was packing so I got some photos. I can’t get too attached though as I’m moving soon and it’s not like I can take it with me.
Harry Potter was good but there is a bit in it that is so silly it annoys me. When Harry, Ron and Hermione are on the train: “Look there’s a guy in the carriage! He has a cloak over him so he must be asleep! Let’s speak about secrets that noone else must ever know in really loud voices!”. Meh.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
As a hippah my reaction to http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/talking_point/3806333.stm is pretty obvious but what made me chuckle is:
Are some animals given too much protection? In Connecticut, it's a felony to hit a dog but only a misdemeanour to hit a human being. You tell me!
Paul Serwinski, New Britain, CT, USA
Paul, the reason it is a felony to hit a dog and a misdemeanour to hit a human is that there is a much higher probability of the human deserving it.
Anonymous
Hehe. reminds me a little of the Eddie Izzard sketch about the "bad dog who stole a biscuit".
"Who are you to judge me? You human beings who’ve had genocide, war against people of different creeds, colors, religions, and I stole a biscuit?! Is that a crime? People of the world!”
Feeling a bit better now, hurrah. Eddie never fails to cheer me up.
Rant rant, blah blah I feel crap. The terrible, inexplicable anger that has been building up in me for the last few days or so is now on the verge of boiling over and I can't remember the last night of sleep where I didn't have a nightmare.
Still, you've got to laugh, haven't you.
Monday, June 07, 2004
Well I should blog about my holiday at some point but I've been waiting for lowey to blog about it because he was keeping note of what we were doing and I wasn't so I was hoping when he writes it up it'll give me pointers!
In brief - saw several white horses, a windmill, some tanks, a deer, some seals, West Kennet Long Barrow, Uffington Castle, Stonehenge, did all the touristy stuff in Aber that I never did when I lived there and went for a chinese meal with some divers. Oh and I managed to rip my knee to shreds and ruin a pair of levis by prancing around on a castle wall and tripping and making a tit of myself.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.
The more work I have to do, the more I procrastinate. Ho hum.
What? Those whacky Greeks.
Yup I saw Troy last night and wanted to read what the legend actually was beore the film-makers got their hands on it.
The film was full of large, muscular, oiled and, in many cases, scantily clad men so I'll leave it to the reader to guess whether I enjoyed it or not.
But seriously, good film although rather slow in places.
